Posts Tagged ‘exercise’

Something has been up with me this week. Have you read the recent blog posts? It’s evident that I’ve been a basket case.

If I were to let you peek at the data within my nifty ovulation app for the iPhone (Should I have admitted that? But I am so 3003!), you’d see that my moods these past three days were “gloomy,” “weepy” and “sad.”

So there will be a few things happening between now and Sunday to help me snap out of this fog — things that will involve rigorous exercise, unapologetic shopping and a pregnancy test.

My brain turned into mush around 2 p.m. because I had the bright idea this morning to clean out my Inbox at work.

So yes, it was one of those days.

Determined, I managed to organize and purge three-fourths of the way through the mailbox (translation: about 900 e-mails) before my eyes rolled to the back of my head and my tongue stuck out the side of my mouth.

People were staring at me. No joke.

…

OK, joke.

As a reward for my diligence, I allowed myself to consume a King-size Reese’s, two white-chocolate-and-macadamia-nut cookies and a pumpkin-spice latte. All of this even though I haven’t hit the fitness center in three weeks.

I am chock-full of accomplishments today. And I think I’ll stop writing now.

Because there are other things on my mind, I will post later about something other than DIE(t)ing, as this past weekend showed a lack of regard for my newfound philosophy of mindful eating. I did, however, manage to run/walk 3.3 miles on in 43 minutes on Friday, and I didn’t feel wiped out. Success.

I’m sure that pace is shameful for any exceptional readers who can run a 6- or 7-minute mile. And if that’s the case, then this above-average blog really isn’t for you. Move along.

I went into a tailspin yesterday around 9 o’clock. This occurred after I recorded my dinner and found myself nearly 400 calories over budget for the day.

I will not type the vile reaction I had upon calculating my caloric intake — which, despite the expectation of grand failure earlier in the day, still upset me immeasurably — out of respect for my mom.

Jesus Christ, they’re everywhere, like ants after heavy rainfall. And yesterday I was reminded that Ben and I each ordered two boxes months ago to support our co-workers’ kids.

Anyway, had I not adopted an “Eff the World” attitude last night, I could have easily resisted the Tagalongs, but because I had already failed, I indignantly mowed through a row of cookies, adding 300 more calories. And I hadn’t even exercised. Go ahead and do the math.

That was yesterday. Today I’m in a funk.

To be fair to myself, I have done remarkably well with my diet today — just 570 calories thus far, at 4:15 p.m. This success is likely related to aforementioned funk because a bad mood dulls my appetite. We’ll see how I do with dinner and exercise later on tonight.

But Week 1 has seriously driven home the principle of conscious eating. In other words, I could snack on a chocolate bar, but, unless I’m ignoring my diet, do I just want scraps for dinner?

In retrospect, I wouldn’t be surprised if I was consuming close to 2,500 calories for the past three years. Pair that with my ass perpetually on the couch and suddenly the 35 pounds of excess flab isn’t so mind-boggling.

I prefer to believe that I’m overcompensating for my meal servings when I log them into my Lose It! application, but preferences aren’t what diets are about. Truth — bleak, mortifying, demoralizing truth — are what DIE(ts) are about.

Did I really consume 146 more calories than my daily allotment on Day 3? Do I really have only 377 calories to spare from now until dinnertime, which is still over three hours away? Did my exercise yesterday — which has made for stiff, uncooperative calves — count for nothing?

HOW IS THIS HAPPENING?

I don’t even want to get on a scale in a few days. I already know the extent of my progress, and really don’t need to be reminded of my weight.

Speaking of weight, and dieting and all things unholy, my lovely, absurdly hysterical friend Erin also started her diet early this week. I encourage you to follow her musings. Lucky for Erin, she has lost 7.2 pounds already and she’s only halfway through her seven-day challenge. Unlucky for her, her diet consists of lots and lots of … goop.